M.I.K.3 - I Don't Run (feat. Scarlet Skyie & Steer)

I hear the haters talking but there's nothing you can solve, you can solve, you can, you can
Solve... solve... solve... solve
I hear the haters talking but there's nothing you can solve, you can solve, you can, you can
Solve... solve... solve... solve
I don't ever run
I'm the person that will gun
Hit your head with a baseball bat just for fun
Burning cash like a devil nun
Making no sense like I weight a ton
Taking out Skiment one by one
Cryptic should be blamed
You know I would be framed
He should be ashamed
But he doesn't care about his friends as he proclaimed
They have to keep me restrained
Sorry I just had a concussion
Head hit the table after a white russian
Scarlet I be crushing
No wait wrong discussion
They think they're squad is a goat
Your crew is just a joke
Like a girl I would choke
Stay working at McDonald's and get me a coke
Unlike me you be broke
Pass out from a stroke
You want me to be nothing
Just like my wrist I be cutting
Watch out I be on your back like a button
Bro you be bugging
Give me a rifle I be hunting yeah
I hear the haters talking but there's nothing you can solve, you can solve, you can, you can
Solve... solve... solve... solve
I hear the haters talking but there's nothing you can solve, you can solve, you can, you can
Solve... solve... solve... solve
Never run I don't hide
At your neck like bow ties
Steer better than most guys
Peep the way the flow flies
Immortal I won't die
You could get your dome fried
They hate I don't know why
Y'all don't got no dope rhymes
They fucking with me
But I be lowkey
Tryna give her the d
She gon take a knee
Jewelry look like pee
Sliding like I ski
Everyone can see
Steer is an og
Talking all that shit we really know you ain't about it
When you see me face to face there ain't no way around it
Listen to a single fucking track and you're astounded
Try to tell me any different your face getting pounded
Y'all better be backing it up
Listen when I'm rapping this stuff
I'm about to be snapping at ya
You don't want no smoke you ain't tapping the blunt
I don't got time to go after a slut
All y'all wack you cracking him up
Steer do not give half of the fucks
That y'all do I'm spazzing a bunch
I hear the haters talking but there's nothing you can solve, you can solve, you can, you can
Solve... solve... solve... solve
I hear the haters talking but there's nothing you can solve, you can solve, you can, you can
Solve... solve... solve... solve

Written by:
David Urban

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